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Timothy C. Takach
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The fantastic story and delightful musical setting of a boy’s relationship with his mother. Your young male singers will love this one.
TB, piano
Great piano writing is paired with a perfect setting of these words. The piece starts out with a defiant energy that is punctuated with strong accents and rhythmic rests. This turns to lyrical, emotionally driven lines as the piece approaches it’s poignant conclusion. A delight for singers and audience alike.
Composer’s Notes
A boy’s relationship with his mother is a strange thing – at a certain age we want to stretch that thread as far as it will go, but deep down we still need it to be attached. This text starts out so defiant! And yet it’s so apparent that there is still a great need to connect. I had a great time writing this piece. The descending minor third of the whistle in this piece is the same musical motive that own mother would sing when she needed to find me, or I needed to find her. I can still hear it in my head.
– Timothy C. Takach
Text
I got mad at my mother
so I flew to the moon.
I could still see our house
so little in the distance
with its pointed roof.
My mother stood in the front yard
like a pin dot
searching for me.
She looked left and right for me.
She looked deep and far.
Then I whistled and she tipped her head.
It gets cold at night on the moon.
My mother sent up a silver thread
for me to slide down on.
She knows me so well.
She knows I like silver.
– Naomi Shihab Nye
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